Nevada County picayune., 1887-08-11

Ntiy Siiiy. ou h'o 'ap '"OO "'' Miss Margie, my fair bride, it was kind or you to shorten my term ol waiting;:but," he stared blankiy al her plain gray dress, you are not in-ahem! in weddin ggarments, my dear"
 But, 1 am, really" laughed Margie. This is my wedding dress Mir. Blake, and if a plain one, SC mucl, the better suited to my cir. cumstanceS."
 "l-I don't quite comprehend,' stammered the widower, moppiue his hot face with energy. "My bride should wear far richer garb and as for circumstances, as my wife you will be vary far from be ing poor,
 Here Jack stepped boldly to the front, his eyes twinkling.
 ''But as my wife, she may be tor some years q great deal nearer poverty, my dear sir, he said pleas antly; and she prefers the struggle with me to luxury with you, which only proves that love is something which is neither bought nor sold. Allow me.'
 And he spread paper before the astonished gaze of the poItly widower, who for a moment was inclined to think that Chaos had come again.
 ''Sir, sir" he spluttered, glanc ing at the sheet, ''this is certifi- cate of marriage between-bc. tween-God bless my soul! be. tween John Leroy and Marguerite Dalgreen. Am 1 mistaken. sir, am 1 mistaken? or am 1 to under stand that I-l George Blake, sir, am tilted almost at the altar for d a jackanapes like you!"
 Poor Blake was very purple as he ceased, and his broad chest was 
 But Jack had no pity for the un- poetical looking snitor in his tenn. pest of rage. tn younger man il might have been disappointed love aud an aching heart; in a man of nine and forty, with d wife waiting for him in heaven, and the figure of Falstatf, it was only absurd.
 Il pardon all hard names. Mir. Blakc," Jack answered, gener, ously.
 ''lt is awful bad form to use such expressions concerning me to my face, In polite society, one only calls names to the absent. Now. seriously, sir. neither Mar. .ie or had the least desire to treat you iu this manner, but cir instances forced us 10 do so. Here--you're a goo,. hearted fel- low, and won't bear malice I'lI help you get a wife who will care for you as much as mine does for me, aud there's my hand on it."
 Blake refused to take the out hand, and made bolt for the door. On the threshold he ran plump into the hands of Mrs Dalgreen. who was entering.
 "Oh, Mir. Blake," she cried, we can't find my daughter! She isn't in the house, and it is almost time for us to start for the church. l am so alXlOuS."
 "Spare yourself all anxiety, ma dam, fumed the disappointed bridegroom. Your daughter has been able to pull the wool over your eyes as well as mine."
 "Ive married Jack, mamma, said Margie, here stepping to the door. meant to all the time, and if you are angry l will go away with him W. Are you an. gry, mamma?"
 "Married to Jack! cried Mrs. Dalgreen, almost hystericall fly to Jack Leroy, when you could have had George Blake! Girl, are you mad!
 "Sec here, my dear mother .in. law, said Jack, with merry twin kle in his eyes, Mir. Blake would be far more appropriate husband for yourself than for Margie. Why not forgive us and take the old porpois as husband instead of a son in law"
 "I'll never forgive you nevero' she shrieked.
 And she kept her word for six At the end of that time, as Jack was made cash fer in the bank, she so far relented as to send them cards for her wedding Jacks idle words, spo' ken in jest, had fallen on soil winch fostered them until they hnIn Ernif Anl Mrs nr lnInnn